In an instant, a vast surge of true essence filled the heavens and earth, spreading throughout the canyon.
Thousands of interwoven spell formulas blazed with light, gathering into a boundless assault that hurtled toward Wang Jingcheng.
Within the Immortal Ruins, the Immortal Spiritual Qi that permeated the world was bound by an array. The cultivators inside could neither absorb nor command it.
An Immortal who had been trapped in the Immortal Ruins for years would never have dared to shout so loudly and unleash such an attack.
After all, doing so would greatly deplete his power, and restoring it would require cultivation resources.
But Daoist Master Xuanwei had only recently entered the Immortal Ruins. Naturally, he had no such concerns.
At this moment, he had only one thought: take down Wang Jingcheng before he could return to the Heavenly Palace and spread wild accusations, and avenge himself for Wang's earlier scheme.
Daoist Master Xuanwei's cultivation spoke for itself. Even a casual strike from him would pose a mortal threat to Wang Jingcheng, let alone an attack made with his full strength.
Before the powerful spells even landed, Wang Jingcheng felt the array light before him sink.
The Dark-Gold Divine Runes, previously held outside the array, seized the chance to seep inward.
"It seems you've set your heart on killing me today, Daoist Master. Does that mean your faction is the one secretly colluding with the Divine Beings of the Divine Realm within the Heavenly Palace?"
Wang Jingcheng's expression grew graver than ever. His gaze stayed fixed on Daoist Master Xuanwei, and he knew there was little chance this would end well.
If the other man dared to kill him, the contingency he had left behind likely no longer posed a threat.
Yet his hands shifted through spell formulas. He forcibly